Chapter 5 Murphy Is Looking for Me?
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I finally succumbed to Charles' eager gaze and sat in the wheelchair.
"How does it feel?" Charles asked curiously.
I wanted to tell him that if he was so curious, he should try it himself, but I kept that thought to myself.
I leaned back in the wheelchair, held the controller, and took it for a test drive.
It was actually quite nice and it even had a massage function.
I smiled at Charles. "It's very comfortable."
"That's great. Let's head out then," he said in high spirits.
It was clear he was determined to do the shopping with me.
I took a sigh and was about to move the wheelchair towards the door when I suddenly felt weightless.
My eyes widened in disbelief! Charles had scooped me up in a princess carry!
In a panic, I struggled to get out of his arms. "What are you doing? Put me down!"
"Why are you so worked up? My car is outside, and I just wanted to carry you to it," Charles said, holding me tightly and not letting me go.
There was a playful glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was helping me, but I felt like he was just having fun at my expense.
My instinct told me that the more I struggled, the more he might enjoy it.
So, I forced a respectful smile and tried to reason with him.
"Look, I'm just a servant, and you're Prince Murphy's friend. How can I trouble you like this? Please put me down. I can use the electric wheelchair."
"I don't care about status. To me, you're just someone who needs help. Besides, there are steps outside, and the wheelchair isn't convenient," Charles said.
He looked at the person who delivered the wheelchair and instructed, "Take the wheelchair and that painting to my car."
"Yes, sir."
I watched helplessly as my mode of transport—the electric wheelchair—was taken away.
Of course, Charles paid for it, and he had every right to move it.
Charles carried me out of Murphy's apartment. That was when I saw a massive white RV parked at the entrance. Its design was unique, full of futuristic vibes, and at first glance, it looked like a helicopter.
Later, I found out online that this vehicle was called the Palazzo Superior, and its price was astronomical to me.
And today, I was lucky enough to ride in it.
I glanced at Charles sitting next to me, thinking, 'I've even got a handsome guy keeping me company. This is something I never dared to dream of.'
Afraid of looking foolish in front of Charles, I tried not to act too amazed and just sat quietly and looked around. Charles seemed to read my mind and smiled.
"This car was designed by a top designer I brought in from abroad, at great expense. It's the only one of its kind in Austentia. Want me to show you more?"
"Sure, that sounds great." I remembered his gesture earlier and quickly added, "But there shouldn't be any steps inside the RV, so I can use the wheelchair."
This time, Charles didn't ignore my request and agreed with a smile. "As you wish."
The RV's interior was spacious, with curved walls, high ceilings, yacht-style windows, and intricate chrome detailing.
The living area had wraparound sofas and a 42-inch LED TV, leading into a luxurious master suite.
"What made you decide to use an RV for getting around?" I asked.
As I knew, Prince Murphy often drove a sports car.
"It's convenient," Charles said, lying down on the bed lazily. "Look, if I get tired, I can just lie down and take a nap."
He patted the spot next to him, smiling. "Want to try lying down here?"
I shook my head. "Thanks, but I'm not sleepy."
"It's really a comfortable bed; are you sure you don't want to try it?" Charles insisted.
I waved my hands and shook my head again. "Really, I'm good."
Charles took a deep sigh and shot me a disappointed glance. "You're no fun."
I was certain that Charles often invited girls to his RV to "try" this bed.
The RV then sped down the road toward the mall.
The interior was so comfortable that I lost track of time. Even though the mall was quite a distance away, it felt like no time had passed when the driver announced over the intercom that we had arrived.
Charles had brought me to Ostralon's most upscale shopping mall, the Slope Mall.
I'd heard that a single strawberry here could cost thousands of dollars, making me wonder if the strawberries were made of gold.
Luckily, I had the royal-issued credit card with me. As long as I explained that the purchases were for Prince Murphy's needs, I could use it without restrictions.
Slope Mall operated on a membership basis, which required a VIP card for entry, but Charles didn't show anything. The staff at the entrance eagerly escorted us inside.
Noticing my confusion, the staff member explained with a smile, "Slope Mall is owned by the Taylor family. Mr. Taylor is free to come and leave at any time."
"Choose whatever you want. It's on me," Charles said, a smile playing on his lips.
I smiled back. "I can't possibly accept that."
"Today is our first meeting, so consider it a gift from me. You're quite special, and I'm glad to have met you."
Charles winked at me. "Of course, I mean things you want for yourself, not Murphy's necessities. I'm not gonna save money for the royal family."
His words made me chuckle.
Despite his offer, I didn't want to take advantage. He had already helped me enough by bringing me to the mall, so I wouldn't spend his money.
Charles seemed to read my thoughts. Suddenly, he started pushing my wheelchair towards the luxury goods section at a fast pace.
He ran so quickly that I was thrown back, the wind whooshing past my ears.
"Ah!" I exclaimed, gripping the wheelchair's handles. "Oh my goodness, what are you doing? Slow down!"
"I'm taking you to pick out a gift," Charles said, grinning as he pushed me through the mall.
He was brimming with energy and charm but sometimes as playful as a child.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash behind a display case.
When I turned to look again, there was nothing.
I didn't realize then that someone had snapped photos of Charles and me playing around in the mall. These photos quickly circulated among the students of our school and even reached the party Murphy was attending.
Everyone now believed that Charles, who had just recently changed a girlfriend, was suspected of dating another girl, and his new girlfriend appeared to be disabled.
Soon, Charles received a call from Murphy.
Holding his phone, Charles looked at me, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Dude, you're looking for the woman I'm with right now? Why?"
My whole body stiffened in shock as I heard that.
'Murphy is looking for me? He recognized me? Is he looking to settle the score from that night?'
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